The Ink-Pot and the Palette

Aw, that's terribly flattering, but have you noticed me writing anything in the last two years? Nope, because I have no self-discipline and a whole lot of bad self-talk. I thought taking a class might jog something loose, and I have to say, just signing up for it seemed to trigger a story inspiration.

Now my big issue is figuring out how to straddle the very bright line I've typically kept between my "real life" and my fandom life. This class is kind of forcing me out of the closet in that regard. It's a bit scary, and I think holding the teacher in a little bit of snarky contempt is the only thing letting me work on fanfic for the course.

Sigh. Do we ever grow up and just own who we are? IDK, IJDEK.